To a man named Crow, from his own beloved cast of characters.
Lay lovers lay
A black bird takes in strays
He’s old enough to know better
We all feel heaven when he prays
Author of our lives our thoughts our very destiny
With stately and gentle grace you guide us
The children of your mind and heart
At long last father we breathe into you that we
Love you at long word count
And as early as the cock crows
Even so as quickly we become real
And into the world no longer pen and ink
Lay your lovers
With indeed all of my true love,
Marie Athena